I grabbed a pen and pad as I stepped out of my car. “Hi, I’m Sandra Bloomgarten, the reporter.” “Oh cheesewhiz! Not Cass-andra Bloomgarten, the gossip columnist!” “Well I never had a column—” “Reading celebrity rags is one of the few joys I got left.” She led me into her house and pulled an old tabloid off a small stack. Flipping through it she pointed to an ancient story I had written about the early hints of romance between Angelina and Brad while on the set of their film Mr. and Mrs. Smith. “I didn’t know anyone noticed the bylines of tabloids.” “With a name like Cassandra Bloomgarten, how could I not remember it? My god, I got a telescope to the stars right here in my living room!” she said, compelling me to chuckle. Instantaneously, an adorable little girl behind me started crying. “Ohhh! What’s da matter?” Mama asked in a playful voice. “He stole my dolly doll!” She pointed to a darling little blond boy right behind her. He was dressed in a bright purple jumper with a shiny black belt, and was holding a cloth doll by its head.
